I got concerned that I was getting just too blase (don't quite know how to tick that e, but you know what I mean) about being near the beach. I arrived on Tuesday. Granted, I felt the need to sleep for practically two days but, still, it was Sunday and I had not been to the beach.
I had to fix that. I slathered myself with extra sun block and went for a walk on Sunday afternoon.
The beach erosion continues to be in evidence, but there is still beach to walk on.
The beach was cobbled with shells and the waves were gentle, winter cool. The sky was clear blue and a couple large herons fished from the shore. There were many young families taking advantage of the entertainments of the sea shore.
I was struck by the number of people who smiled and greeted me along the way.
In particular, I carry the image of a small, dark-haired boy, maybe three or four years of age. He gave me a distinctly three part smile--a small upturn of the lips, a wider smile, and then a full on grin that lit his entire face. Wow!
I was blessed.
Perhaps it was the smile on my own face being reflected back to me.